Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 131, 13 April 1918 — Page 14

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, APRIL 13, 1918

RECOGNIZING THE SECRET. Don't you think it is strange, Margaret, that Ethel Beasy is invited out so often? Marjorie looked at Frances much amused. The two girls had been to choir practice, and had lingered In the church several minutes after the others had gone. "I see you're feeling the way 1 did a few months ago, Fan.'she said, laughing gayly. . "I don't wonder. All of us like to be in the social whirl, and I know that once upon a time I really was jealous of Ethel." "But just think how Dr. Patton dotes on her!" exclaimed Marjorie's chum. "Mr. Shecton and Miss Lawrence! You'd think she was an assistant to both our minister and Sunday school superintendent Instead, she's the Christian Endeavor secretary and a teacher in the Junior department." "Ethel is certainly the most popular girl in our crowd," commented Marjorie. Then seeing a litte cloud of resentment gathering over her chum's face, she hastened to add, "and I've found out the reason why, Fan." Her chum looked at her with keen interest . "You Teally have found out the reason, Marjorie? Tell me, quick!" "It is simple enough when you stop to think It over," replied Marjorie. "Ethel's always looking out for everyone but herself. I can remember lots and lots of times at Sunday school picnics when she would insist on passing ice cream and cake while the rest of us were satisfied to sit by and chat." "Yes, bo she did," Frances answered thoughtfully. "And she whs ready to sacrifice her Sunday afternoons to help drill the children of the Primary Department for Children's Day." Yes, and what a dear she was to do It, too!" addey Marjirie. "Ethel never went Into anything that she didn't put her whole heart and soul into it Don't you remembers how hard she worked a year ago driling her class for its part in the Sunday school "pay?" "Do I? Of course I do. Everyone said that Ethel's cass had one of the cleverest parts on the program. And Dr. Patton said afteTwarda that he had been inspired by the earnestness she had shown. "But" said Marjorie, "I don't think that's the nicest thing about EtheL" "You don't? Wei, what is it then?" Frances looked incredulous. "Haven't you ever noticed, Fan, how brimming over she is with love for everyone? I don't believe anyone could knom, Ethel long without feeling that The realy is a wonderful friend to have. She's always so sympathetic and interested? At least that has been my experience." - "And mine too," declared Frances. "I saw her talking with Dr. Patton last Sunday, Marjirie, and I htought right away how hard it would have been for me to- make our pastor feel so happy and jolly." "Stilt it seems as though we ought to be more like Ethel. I never told anyone before you. Fan," said Marjorie, looking at ber cbum earnestly, "but I think Ethel's one of the girls we all ought to try to Imitate. Don't you think so? Everyone adores her because she'B so unselfish. "Yes," agreed Frances, starting to gather up her music sheets and coat, "and do you know I'm going to begin trying right away, I never realised til today that the only way to be really popular is to be thoughtful of others. Thelma Willams, 6A, Starr SchooL

ONE DAY IN MAY. One day in early May there were two little children at their play, She said, "Now let us suppose that I have a secret that no one knows." "All right," he answered, "Now whisper it low so other children may not hear." "Al right" she answered, now" do not tell my dear." There is a little squirrels' nest over there Don't you see, don't you see, don't you see? And we are goin to give it to Mary: One day early on May the two little children went after the squirrel; ' "And she said, "Dont you see, don't you see, We are going to give It to Mary. Edna Manford, Starr School.

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A new Mecca is beckoning to de votees of art and religion. Its name is Nova Scotia. Already the artists have made a pilgrimage and brought back charming pictures of Evangeline's Land: A collection of sixty' paintings, the work of six New York men, known as the Nova Scotia Group, were exhibited recently in New York and elicited much praise. These pictures run the gamut of sunshine and shadow, brilliant fields and dark ' forests, streamlets, auaint old houses and historic churches, clumsy fishing boats and bol assuming trece,sparkling waves and wide sweeps of mud fiatfr--all typically Nova Scotlaa. These pioneers have blazed a trail over which a brush and palette laden array will follow in neaanns to come. They will come to paint tae gentle beauty of apple-blossoms when the great Annapolis Valley is covered with a fragrant pink and white veil. Thev will cnm in Mi or. ry time to paint the rich red fruit and the hauov nennle n1nviner tho Cherry Festival, a time honored My First Day of School My first day of school was a funny one. My sister took me to the South Ward, where she went My teacher's name was Miss Leona Leech. She was a very good teacher. The school room was very large. It had a stove at one end. I felt like I was in a Sunday school, with a new teacher. The other children said, "Who are you? Do you like school?" I said, "my name is Alice Overdeer. Yes, I like it fine." Some of the children knew me and some didn't The children looked very funny. Some of their names were Biondine Moore, Dorothy Harris, Jack Pentz, Cletus Nolt ani Kenneth Roberts. My first lesson was very easy, but in the second grade I thought, they were hard. I don't know whether I had my lessons or not. My mother said: "How do you like school, Alice?" 1 said, "I like it fine." The next day I wanted to go to school long before the bell rung, because I had so much fun cutting things out of paper and at recess. I thought at first we went to school to play. Alice Overdeer, West Ward, Grade 7A. IN A HOLE IN A TREE. Over in a meadow In a hole in a tree, Liver a mother bluebird. And her little birds three. "Sing," said the mother, "We sing," said the birds; So they sang and were glad, In the hole in the tree. Cloe Homrighmous, Starr SchooL

custom. They fill come in autumn

to transfer to canvas the mad riot of brilliant coloring with which Nature paints the woods and hillsides and when the orchards groan beneath their heaw burdened hnnsrhct of ripened apples. They will come in all seasons to nicture the auaint fish erf oik and their quainter sur-'l rounaings. The Dominion Atlantic Railway that swings you around a half circle from Yarmouth to Halifax, takes you through a Land of Romance, the Land of Evangeline. At the littla station of Grand PTe you will find a wide meadow which is soon to be transformed in a shrine. Here, previous to 1775, stood the Roman Catholle Church of St. Charley, the church of the Acadians. Today a massive stone cross marks the site of the old burying ground that surrounded the church and nearby Is Evangeline's Well with its long sweep. The French Acadians have always cherished a reverence for this spot and now through the generosity of the Dominion Atlantic RailTHE EASTER PRESENT One day the animals and the birds of the forest met at the bears' cave. It had been a ,very cold winter for the animals and also the people. The rabbit said, "Let U3 all give the children in the city a little present to let them know that spring is here." "Will the bear take them?" asked the treei "No said the robin, the bear will frighten them." It was at last decided that the rabbit should take them. "What will the present be?" asked the fox. "Let each bird give an egg,(" said the robin. So the rabbit made a nest of straw and the birds each gave an egg. The rabbit took the nest in the night and in the morning when the children found it they were very much pleased. Their father told them that the animals of the forest had given it to them. Harold Weber, Baxter School. THE POOR GIRL. Once upon a time there was a poor girl, whose name was Mary. She had no father or mother. She went to the wood and as it was winter she soon got cold. She bef gan to cry and said, "I wish that I could nd a house." Before long she came to a little house. She went in and lived happy ever af-j terward. Beverly Arnold, 3B, Starr SchooL

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ager, George E. Graham, they may call it their own. The Railway company has purchased this meadow and will make it into an oldfashioned garden surrounded with a Tustic fence and has deeded a portion of the ground to The Societie L' Assomption, composed of French Acadians, of whom the Rev. C. V. Landry of Butoche, N. B is president. The only consideration for this transfer is the promise of the Societie to ereet a chapel. This they are eager to do and plans are now under consideration. With the dedication of the new shrine, large numbers of French Acadians from Quebec, Montreal and Upper Canadian points, will make pilgrimages 4 to Grand Pre similar to those made yearly to Ste. Anne do Baupre. Their numbers win be swelled by many others who cherish a fondness for the gentle Evangeline and who will be eager to visit the scene of her story and to walk under the ancient willows that still guard this storied spot. MY PET RABBIT I once had a pet rabbit that laid from four to five doxen eggs every Easter. On Easter morning I went out to look for my nest and found that it was in the pen with the rabbit and it had a great many eggs in it. The next Easter I made my nest on the porch and when I went to get it 1 could not find it and so I went down to the rabbit pen and there it was and there were a great many eggs in it again. I gave the rabbit a spanking and it never did it any more. Leonard Cox, Baxter School. MY DOLLY. My dramma gave me a new doly, And' fore I knowed it, I named her Polly; She has the prettiest blue eyes, And beautiful golden hair. O, my! Mother made her a silk dress, She upset the molasses and such a mess, I put her In be And forgot, and covered up her m head. Her silk dress then I did wash, While she was asleep of course; My doly then I woke up, Because it was time to sup. Julia R. Burr, 6A, Starr School. BUY THRIFT STAMPS. I am a little green thrift stamp. I cost twenty-five cents and will help win the war. Lois Edgarda Sloane, Starr SchooL

The Secret in the Wall By Lleyd Slifer. Chapter I. Tom and his lover Pearl lived next to each other on Madison ave. Hank, a man whom Tom disliked, was a preacner m a church on Che3tnut street. One day Hank went to the door of Tom's house and Knocked. Tom came to the door and asked what he wanted. "Will you take a walk with me?" asked Hank. "Yes, if you will wait until I get my coat and hat." replied Tom. "Oh, I will be glad to do that," answered Hank with a grin. When Tom came out again, he asked where he was going. "Oh, just walk around," said Hank, for he did not want him to know what he wanted to do. "Have a cigar," said Hank. "No, thank you," answered Tom. "Why not?" asked Hank. "Because I don't care to smoke," replied Tom. Just as Hank and Tom were about ten squares from home three men jumped out in front of Tom and wa3 about to shoot when up came Pearl and jumped on a man's back and grabbed the gun and held them all up. (Continued in next week's paper.) Boy Built Fires While Parents Were Away One morning mother called me very early and when I got up she told me that 6he was going away. It was just six o'clock so I got up and ate my breakfast. I dressed for school and then took mother and father to the depot. After they had gone I went home and fed the chickens and the rabbits. The next morning I had to get up and get my little nephew ready for school. I also had to build the firse. I was very glad when mother and father got home because I do not like to build fires and get the meals. Howard Billman, Columbia City.

A FAIRY STORY. Once there was a little girl who had no father or mother and she had to sell things to make her own living. One day when she had had nothing to eat and had no money with which to purchase anything, the fairie9 came to her and gave her meat and some money so that she lived happy ever after. Josephine Holring&worth, Starr School. THRIFT STAMP STORY. Roses are red, violets are blue, I buy Thrift Stamps, so why not you ? Freda Laymon, Starr School. Buy Thrift Stamps. Buy all you can get. Buy- at least one. That would be a quarter. Velma Petty, East Jefferson School. EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to AM Boys snd Girls. These Adt Cost You Nothing; Send In Your "Wants" to The Palladium Junior. FOR SALE A Belgium Harrj Rabbit Call 231 South 11th St., Richmond, Ind. LOST Grey wool golf glove. Mary Jane Schillinger. FOUND Child's overshoe on North B. Call at 118 N. 8th St FOR SALE Child's rain coat and and a pair of ball-bearing skates. Will sell cheap if seld at once. Call 416 South 16th street. LOST A childs gold chain and cham with initial ' 'R." Finder pplease return to Dorothy Rose Feldhaus, 715 South E street LOST Pair of boy's black fur gloves in Glen Park, last Saturday morning. Heturn to Rus sel Ebert, 625 South B street LOST At Washington theatre Sunday afternoon, a pocket bood containing 20c. Please return to Elsio Baker, or leave at Aunt. Molly's office. LOST Small pocket-book, if found, return to 1118 N. D street or prone 1366. LOST Small purse containing rosary beads. Phone 1366, or call at 1118 N. D.